Mystery: The Return of the Stars

Hasta crouched behind the gate and squatted, listening to the noise outside the door.

The visitor tonight obviously knew the layout of the house very well. He did not stay on the first floor and quickly went up to the second floor.

He vaguely heard the footsteps of three people. When he came to the second floor, the footsteps were divided into two directions. One footstep went up the stairs to the third floor, and the other two footsteps walked cautiously to the bedroom next door.

Fortunately, there were only three people, not too many people. If one could be attacked and another knocked down, the remaining person on the third floor could probably be captured.

I was afraid that there would be a Beyonder among the people who came tonight, although the possibility was very low.

Hasta lowered his breathing, tried to keep himself calm, and held the boning knife in his hand tightly, waiting for the moment when the other party pushed the door in.

"He is not in this bedroom!" An angry voice came from next door.

"Is he not in the house tonight?"

"Impossible, our people have been watching here, and we are sure he must be here tonight. Maybe he changed his room to sleep tonight!"

"Search every room carefully, and we must find him!"

At this time, two people in the next room walked out of the bedroom and prepared to come to the study to investigate. Outside the house, there was a burst of neat footsteps and a loud shout, which basically asked the thieves in the house to take off their underwear, hold them above their heads with both hands, and come out to surrender.

Police officers from the West District Police Station came in a team.

They held kerosene lamps and pistols and entered the first floor of the house through the broken glass window.

"Damn it, how could these idiots who only know how to lie in the police station and get paid come so quickly?"

"Don't care how they come, let's run now!"

The two people who were already standing at the door of the study discussed it, and actually walked back to the bedroom they just came out of, broke the window and jumped down directly.

"My window!"

Hasta, who had already relaxed a lot, gnashed his teeth in anger. It would cost a lot of money to install a whole piece of stained glass window.

He didn't think that the intruders tonight could come up with such a sum of money.

We must not let them run away like this!

He knew very well that with the height of the second floor and the cushion of the lawn, it would be difficult for the two intruders to fall to death or be disabled.

"If you jump from the building here, your legs will definitely be broken!"

Hasta used his spiritual power to try to formulate a new temporary rule for this place.

As for whether it would work, he had no confidence.

This was just a simple attempt.

…

Reed is a police chief of the West District Police Station. He has been in this position for ten years. He is usually responsible for some public security cases in the West District, basically solving some fights and petty thefts.

Every day looks busy, but it is actually very easy. There are very few homicides. He only needs to stay in the police station and wait for the church bell to ring at five o'clock in the afternoon, and then he can go home after get off work.

Occasionally, there are some important cases, and he will be notified to work the night shift overnight.

Generally speaking, this is a relatively leisurely job that is also feared and respected by many people. The salary is also very good. If you don't work overtime, you can get 2 pounds and 5 soli after tax. If you don't work overtime, you can get about 10 pounds a month, 120 pounds a year. Although it is not as good as those bank managers and solicitors, it is far more than those workers working in factories.

Tonight, he was originally resting at home, but the police said that he needed to work overtime at night. When there was nothing important to deal with, he was also willing to work overtime. After all, overtime is another salary.

When he came to the police station to work overtime, Inspector John repeatedly told him to protect Baron Campbell tonight.

If he was harmed by the gangsters, he would not only be punished, but also his bonus for a year would be deducted.

Hearing this, he immediately became serious, even put out the cigarette on his hand, and immediately found five veteran police officers and rushed to the house where Baron Campbell lived.

The wind at night was not too cold, but it made people shrink their necks and tighten their coats. After all, it was only March.

At about 11:30, the dim light in the target's bedroom on the second floor went out, and the surrounding streets became even darker.

In theory, they should follow the target's side for this kind of protection mission, but who let him say that they should observe and protect in secret.

He is a nobleman, and he is just a small sheriff, so he naturally has to listen to him.

Reed leaned his upper body against the wall of the alley at the corner, his right knee bent, his feet on the wall, lowered his head slightly, skillfully took out a cigarette, lit it and took a few puffs, closed his eyes, exhaled a circle of smoke, and quietly waited for time to pass.

It was not until about two o'clock in the morning that a police officer informed him that three people secretly broke the glass window and sneaked into the home of Baron Campbell.

Reed took two puffs of the half-smoked cigarette, coughed, walked out and gestured for four nearby police officers to go in and arrest people.

He and another elderly police officer stood guard outside the big house to prevent the three gangsters from escaping.

Before they could even fire their guns, two figures jumped down from the second-floor window one after another.

The first person was obviously more experienced. When he was about to land, he hugged his head tightly and rolled forward. After rolling a distance, he immediately got up and started running in one direction.

The second person who jumped down was in a more miserable state. Perhaps because he jumped down in the wrong posture, he screamed miserably as soon as he landed. It turned out that both his legs were broken!

The man had no choice but to lie on the lawn, holding his knees with both hands and rolling back and forth, wailing in pain.

Reed asked another police officer to catch the man, and he took out his pistol and chased the first person who jumped down.

After chasing for more than ten meters, the lucky guy who jumped off the building and ran wildly suddenly screamed, his legs seemed to be hit by something, and they softened instantly, and the whole person lay forward in an awkward posture.

"Tsk, what a unlucky guy."

Reed smiled and walked forward, holding the gun against the unlucky guy's head with his right hand, holding the cigarette between his two fingers of his left hand, taking another big puff, exhaling a big puff of smoke, and slowly said: "You are arrested."

Not long after, the other four police officers also arrested the third gangster, and the work tonight was successfully completed.

Reed asked the four police officers to take the three gangsters back to the police station to wait for trial and judgment.

He knocked on the door of the house. Since he was here, he still had to go through the necessary procedures.

After waiting for about five minutes, the door was finally opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was a young man with curly blond hair.

Is this the Baron Campbell?

He is so lucky to be a baron at such a young age.

Reed suppressed his envy and said, "Baron Campbell, I am the sheriff responsible for protecting you tonight. You can just call me Reed."

"Sheriff Reed, thank you for your protection tonight. If it weren't for you, I might be in danger."

Reed smiled and said, "I want to thank you for letting us get a great credit for nothing."

Hasta also laughed, turned sideways, and invited Sheriff Reed to come in for a talk.

In the living room, two gorgeous ceiling lights have been turned on, and the bright light is far better than that of kerosene lamps.

Hasta made a cup of Marquis black tea for Reed. Reed took a sip and felt the tea fragrance floating in his mouth, even the taste of the cigarette he just smoked was neutralized.

Reed spoke first: "I'll take up your precious rest time. I hope you can tell me more about this matter so that I can write a dossier when I go back."

"It all started with a fraudster named Andrew Wilson..."

Hasta didn't hide anything. He told the police and Grallin about the cause of everything and how he accidentally saw someone staring at him today.

Reed nodded repeatedly and carefully extracted the key information in the words.

After listening for ten minutes, Reed had understood the whole process of the matter, so he didn't stay for long and got up to say goodbye.

As for Hasta, he could continue to sleep well and didn't need to go to the police station to record a statement because he was a nobleman.

After seeing Sheriff Reed off, Hasta closed the door, turned off the lights, went upstairs, came to his original bedroom, looked at the broken stained glass window and sighed.

Just now, he also asked Sheriff Reed whether the three gangsters tonight could compensate him for his corresponding losses.

Reed said it should be possible, but told him not to have too high expectations. A greedy criminal would not be able to pay a nobleman for his loss.

In other words, Hasta had to consider himself unlucky.

Of course, if Andrew was successfully caught, the police would give priority to compensating for the loss if he had money.

While Hasta understood this, he felt really distressed because there were two broken stained glass windows.

He did not take the opportunity to ask whether the legs of the two criminals who jumped from the building were broken. This would be too rash and too obvious.

He only needed to find out the specific situation in the police station from Greylint to find out whether the rules he had made temporarily tonight had worked.

According to the promotion direction of the Black Emperor Path, it should be until the Sequence 7 Briber that one can have the extraordinary ability to make and distort rules.

But there is a chain of order hidden in his spine, and he might be able to display the extraordinary ability to make rules in advance.

Hasta thought for a moment, put away his thoughts and looked at the time. It was already past three in the morning.

In order to stay awake tonight, he didn't dare to really fall asleep. Now that he was done with his work, he felt a little tired.

He walked forward and picked up the quilt on the bed, and went to a guest room on the right.

When he arrived at the guest room, he simply ventilated it to let the stagnant air flow. After ten minutes, Hastur changed the quilt in the guest room.

After everything was packed up, he lay on the quilt, fell asleep, and came to the Hall of Stars.

Tonight's work was almost done, but there was still one thing left to do.

After driving the Chain of Order and whipping the Lamp Spirit with a whip, Hastur left the Hall of Stars with satisfaction.